Manual Skye & Oliver Carter At CockyBoys
Dominant super stud Manual Skye kicks it into turbo mode again, this time fucking Oliver Carter. Oliver Carter straddles Manuel Skye’s lap, fingers twisting through silver-streaked chest hair. Their mouths collide, stubble grazing skin as hands grip hips roughly enough to bruise. Clothing shifts, friction building until denim strains against Manuel’s erection.
Muscle and ink flex beneath Oliver’s teeth as he scrapes a nipple, earning a sharp arch of the older man’s back. Jeans part, revealing flushed thickness already glistening at the tip. Oliver swallows the cock in slow, saliva-slicked strokes until his hips jerk upward in urgent rhythm.
A hand fists hair, driving Oliver’s face deeper. Tears mix with spit dripping down his neck before he’s flipped, face pressed into the mattress. A tongue spears his hole without warning, licking relentless circles until his legs tremble.
Manuel sheathes himself in one brutal motion, tearing a muffled scream from Oliver’s throat. Hips snap in a steady cadence, dragging over his prostate with each strike. Positions shift–Oliver pinned on his back, knees shoved toward his chest. The pace turns feral, skin slapping harshly as Oliver’s untouched cock leaks onto his stomach.
Release hits him in violent pulses, streaks painting his torso. Manuel follows with deep, grinding thrusts, spilling heat inside him. Afterward, a tongue cleans the mess from Oliver’s abdomen before fingers circle his oversensitive shaft, milking ragged shudders long after he’s spent. Manuel smears residual wetness across parted lips, watching Oliver’s tongue dart out greedily.
